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Entry tags:
- *overview log,
- alec hardison (leverage),
- callisto (xena warrior princess),
- doc holliday (wynonna earp),
- elena gilbert (the vampire diaries),
- elijah mikaelson (the vampire diaries),
- ellie (the last of us),
- john carter (er),
- malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- parker (leverage),
- raylan givens (justified),
- yennefer (the witcher),
- ~ bucky barnes (marvel live action),
- ~ daisy johnson (marvel live action),
- ~ neal caffrey (white collar),
- ~ number five (the umbrella academy)
059-061 ยป the place where you stop the story
WHO: Everyone.
WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern Mathias
WHEN: Day 059-061
WHAT: Time returns to "normal" and Mathias grants a reprieve.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted the weekend ofMay 15th May 22nd.
RECOMMENDED โซ Nathan Johnson "Foul Play"
CONDITIONS UPDATE
OOC NOTES
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WHERE: Eastern/Central/Southern Mathias
WHEN: Day 059-061
WHAT: Time returns to "normal" and Mathias grants a reprieve.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted the weekend of
RECOMMENDED โซ Nathan Johnson "Foul Play"
DAY 059-061
A BRIEF REPRIEVEโThere is no real ending. Itโs just
the place where you stop the story.โ
— Frank Herbert
Residents awake to a peaceful morning with the sun shining and earth remaining still. There is no unsettling shaking to rouse them at dawn, and time has continued moving onward as they slept. Whatever state they were in the night before, they remain that way now, for good or for bad.
On the surface, there seems to be little lasting effect on the tiny town from that strange series of days, save for the memories of any traumatic experiences residents may have faced — but there are always consequences within Mathias. The perpetrators of acts against the town are tormented by nightmares of those acts being used against them, and those who did not raise a hand to stop those acts of destruction may yet face consequences of their own. For now, however, the unwilling townspeople should do their best to rest and recover from the disturbing ordeals of late, for this reprieve from the madness shall surely be shortlived.THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the beach near The Grey Gull. It's a bit chilly out with their wet clothes, but surely there's something to help warm them inside the restaurant. They may even find some alcohol within — and not just the cowboys' homemade moonshine.
— THE HISTORY MUSEUM has not fared well with the return of "normal" time. The once esteemed wooden building is now a charred ruin, the recent fire leaving behind little of the contents within for study. The structure is unstable and it is not wise to venture into the ruins for long.
— THE WEATHER conditions remain fairly typical for early fall: warm days and cool nights. It feels almost like spring arriving except that there fewer red and orange leaves on the ground and more of them oddly returning to the trees and slowly fading to green. It's like watching one of those nature documentaries that have a timelapse of the seasons, only it's going in reverse.
— THE FOG has retreated from some areas!— Residents may now wander the southern stretch of the forest surrounding Mathias Township — it is possible to leave the paths but potentially unwise to do so.
— The fog has also retreated farther into the western section of town, now stretching across town between Stine Road and Shelley Drive. This has revealed the Chasm in the earth that stretches from one side of town to the other between Stine and Hill Lane.
— Access to the northern section of the forest is still blocked beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline; this section of fog will urge residents to stay huddled within the town proper by inducing a physical reaction of panic and fear.
— DEATHS & DISAPPEARANCES continue! Max Guevara has vanished into the fog. Claire Novak's body can be spotted on Day 059 facedown at the bottom of the Chasm between Hill and Stine, near Phillips Drive; by the morning of Day 060, her body will be gone. (Attempts may be made to reach her body but will likely not end well for those involved. Such attempts should be reported under Exploration.)
— ALCOHOL is still in Mathias! Just barely. (Supply is running very low after recent town events.) A small stock of beer and cheap wine may be found at the General Store, and some homes may have a small store of alcohol in the fridge or pantry. The Grey Gull was also restocked with its lower-end offerings of a variety of alcohol types. (Alcohol does not replenish as food does.)
— PROJECT HELP Your mod needs help with some projects!
— FUTURE PLANNING If you haven't, please answer the questions here for future log planning. I will almost definitely need some of these answers for the log going up the weekend of May 15, so act quickly! Late submissions will not be considered for that log.
— UPDATES Don't forget to report updates as they come up! Changes to locations (like toppling a few bookshelves in the library), big plots you have coming up that will affect the game (parties, major property destruction, etc), or exciting discoveries that may tie into the game's mythology (even the things provided by the mod) are very helpful to have in one place so relevant page updates can be made.
— MOD STATUS The usual reminder that it's just Amy steering this ship, so things will are going to be pretty slow for a while. Apologies in advance, and please don't feel shy about pestering me if you're stuck waiting for something.
QUESTIONS?
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Tim (and various others) is planning to do a full investigation of the newly available southern areas. He would start on the paths, but could be tempted to poke around off the paths.
Is there anything beyond "it's a forest" to be found in the southern woods? Would there be any paths that would have something that might stand out as a "this deserves more investigation" for jumping off the paths?
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This is ... good/bad/unknown risky?
Here is the thread in question.
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EXPLORATION
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He would start by thoroughly exploring what is available in terms of the paths, but then straying off the paths is going to be his next step.
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REWARDS
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Characters involved: Tim Gutterson, Neal Caffrey, The Darkling!
Link to thread: Night 60 ended up being the one that got threaded! but Tim did work at tidying up the Society on both Night 59 & 60.
Additional details: Besides taking a stroll through the southern woods, Tim is going to spend a significant portion of days 59 - 60 at the Historical Society sifting through material. He will make an effort to actual sort it (understanding that a lot of it is just general announcements) but will definitely be looking for anything that jumps out at him.
Some keywords he'd be particularly keen on would include (but don't need to be limited to):
The Lodge
Structure Fires
Earthquakes
Tunnels
Pictures/articles that involve tall, authoritative men
Unsolved disappearances of residents
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bucky barnes | mcu
day 59; closed to daisy and neal
He remembers well the last time he fell like this, the slow-motion effect turning each second into ten and amplifying the pain of every hit that his limbs take on the jutting rocks that had helped him get up the cliff, to begin with. But it isnโt until he hears the sickening crunch of his spin snapping across the sharpened edge of a giant formation that his body instantly goes into survival mode and pulls him into a state of unconsciousness.
Over the next several hours, he wakes periodically but quickly becomes overwhelmed by the intense white-hot pain radiating throughout his back and legs before going under again. The next time he wakes, Bucky semi-coherently remembers the day would eventually reset and it's a small relief knowing that the pain would soon be over. So, he bides his time, working through the shock and pain before it all becomes too much again.
But the day does not reset and there is no earthquake to mark that it has.
When Bucky wakes again, the sun is shining and he can hear voices, warped and distorted. He canโt hear who it is or what exactly they are saying and without being able to move or holler loud enough to even be heard, thereโs nothing that gives away his location.
However, to a keen eye, several yards off the large formation of rocks where heโs laying, one will be able to notice a familiar, albeit damaged black and gold cybernetic arm. And as the voices get closer, Bucky musters up every bit of strength he has and lifts his right arm up, hoping it will be enough to draw the attention of whoever is nearby.
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day 59; evening - locked to Daisy
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day 60 - locked to Carter
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apologies for the delay!
Day 61; Evening - Open
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Tim Gutterson | Justified
Day 59 - OTA
Morning for Tim Gutterson came like clockwork between five thirty, six o'clock. A holdover from his days in Ranger training. No matter how bad his hangover from the night before, his body refused to sleep past this time, about the best he could manage was to lay quietly in bed and stare at the ceiling for an additional thirty minutes before prying himself out from under the sheets.
The first light of dawn was settling around the edges of the windows in his room when he kicked back the blankets and got up. Dressing in the lounge pants he'd appropriated from one of the closets he pulled on an undershirt and then pulled a flannel long sleeve on overtop, ignoring the buttons for the time being. Buttons could come after coffee.
Later, as he stood at the counter waiting for the coffee pot to brew Tim felt a niggling sense of something he was forgetting. It wouldn't completely solidify until the moment he reached up into the cabinet for a coffee mug and ...
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Athena, the night before. Something, something going to be muggy outside, something something ... mugs outside on the lawn.
He'd walked right into the pun she'd laid out for him and made grumpy noises about having to pick up all the goddamn mugs, to which she had pointed out they would reset anyway. Tim opened the next cabinet over, then the next and then every cabinet in the kitchen until he confirmed that there was not a single mug back in the house.
Frowning he headed out of 1308 in his bare feet, trotting down the steps and right in the middle of a lawn full of mugs.
On the one hand now it sank in about the lack of earthquake, etc. On the other, he needed coffee to fully consider the first part of that thought. Picking his way through the mug field, Tim found the mug he liked best and disappeared back inside with it in his hand. Once he had coffee in the mug he walked back outside, and sat on the steps with his mug of coffee, his thoughts, and his lawn full of mugs.
Because he was not picking that shit up. A certain young lady had put em down, he was going to make sure she cleaned them up!
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Evening 59 - OTA
Day 60 - OTA
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Evening 60 - OTA
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Evening 61 - Impromptu OPEN gathering at 1308 - Please Threadjack!!
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Background Autopilot Klaus + Ainsley
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Other Notes {Don't Reply Here
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background autopilot-ish?
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not so background chaos gremlin
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Post jeff joining in
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Callisto | Xena: Warrior Princess
Day 059
[The big crack in the earth is the newest, biggest thing that Callisto has found in days, and so naturally, she beelines to it - ready to investigate something that, in comparison to the rest of the town, feels almost normal and familiar. At first she just walks it from reachable end to reachable end, peering both across it and down into it, dropping stones at various points to try to get a rough idea of depth by counting how many seconds it takes for them to hit bottom. Occasionally, she'll even rest beside it, sitting on the ground and carelessly dangling her legs into its yawning maw.
Those are all fairly standard activities. Less standard, however, is what she does next. She figures there's a decent chance that this is Underworld-related, if not caused by Hades himself, an idea that makes her more angry than anything else. Maybe it's supposed to be some sort of sign or message, or maybe it's not meant for her at all - but either way, irritating the gods has been one of the few enjoyable pastimes she'd had in Tartarus, and she's not about to stop the habit now. And so she starts calling down into the chasm as she stalks its southern border, starting out with taunts but quickly building to frustrated yells and shrieks. She is, of course, speaking in Ancient Greek, but the tone of her voice needs no translation.
"Talk to me!" she shouts, staring furiously down into the chasm. "Hades! You think you can foil every plan I had to get back to the mortal realm and then send me here without a word? You think you can claim me as your own, tell me you'll never let me leave, and then cast me out? You think I've given you trouble--"
She leans over the chasm, far enough that she looks like she might be risking falling in.
"-- but you haven't even seen trouble from me!"]
hi there :3
yooooo
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this is terrible BUT I WANTED TO GET IT DONE
NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL
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Day 060
for Liz
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Day 061
GROUP THERAPY - DAY 59 - OTA
Malcolm and Klaus had decided regular meetings would be a good idea, but how would anyone keep track of when they were to show up? How would they? Ultimately, they found a brightly coloured bed sheet they thought was appropriately themed and stuck a note on the bulletin board.
Then Malcolm made coffee and put it in thermoses they scavenged from garages and kitchens while Klaus grabbed some packaged cookies from the General Store. Finally they made their way to the school house, hung the sheet out the window, arranged the seats in the classroom into a more welcoming semi-circle and sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder on the teacher's desk, facing the empty room. Malcolm swung his legs absently.
"I'm sure someone will come," he said.
Threadjacks welcome
He surveys the room and shrugs a little. โMaybe.โ He folds his legs lotus style under him and fidgets with his hands in his lap. โMight just be us,โ he laughs a little, that nervous, hollow one thatโs stripped of its mirth.
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look at him, trying to be a supportive brother
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puts emotional support under all the seats like on oprah
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shows up fifteen minutes late with starbucks
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NEAL CAFFREY || Threadjacks welcome
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The Darkling | Shadow and Bone (netflix)
[ He wakes up with a gasp and a stutter, his whole body jolting awake--something close to fear ripples through him, and he sits upright, damp and wet, barely registering the sand below him as his hand shoots up to pat at himself.
He's in one piece. He had not been before.
The initial panic ebbs from The Darkling, draining easily as he takes in his surroundings. He's cognizant of his hand touching wet sand, aware of the fact that he's on a beach. He'd been in the Fold moments before, darkness surrounding him and the tracker boy, the little shit crowing in what The Darkling is sure he thought was poetic justice. A hand moves up to touch his face, running fingers along his cheek, assessing himself. No scars. A look at his hand confirms no sign of blood, and he grunts as he stands up, the weight of his wet clothes and many layers almost setting him off balance. The Darkling straightens, eyes scanning the horizon until he finds the nearest building.
He makes his way into the grey gull, clothes soaked, hair damp. Despite this, the Darkling carries himself with an air of confidence, like waking up in this area is precisely what he's meant to do and everything is according to plan. The setting is unfamiliar, the environment a strange mish mash of things he can recognize and things he can't. It's quaint. It's quiet, too, and there doesn't seem to be anyone here.
It's the fireplace that catches his eye first, though the bar is a close contender. He sets about creating a fire and moving a chair by it to drape his long black coat over it to try. It's tattered and torn, but important to him--and right now, drying it out seems like a good plan. So does helping himself to a glass what appears to be some sort of homemade alcohol.
He has a lot of planning to do. A lot of questions to find answers for. But first, the Darkling drinks, using a second chair to sit by the fire to warm himself up. He doesn't flinch when he takes a sip of what's very obviously moonshine, but his eyes narrow, jaw clenching as it slides burns his throat. It's as if he's always been there, perhaps even a part of the restaurant itself, and when the door opens he'll cast a wary glance at it, his free hand casually placed by his knee, though the fingers on it splay, tensed. Just in case he has to act quickly. ]
ii. chasm;
[ The Darkling is a man who likes information, and the fact that he knows nearly nothing about this place he finds himself in doesn't sit well with him in the least. There's only so much a few villagers can tell you, and eventually, you just have to see things for yourself.
The Grisha is very well aware of the fact that he has to walk on foot is just a symptom of the bigger problem: he has no power here. His own talents are intact but dimmed, and it's much harder to use his abilities, yes, but it's a different kind of power: but he's lacking what he had in Ravka. An army. Troops. Control.
A fucking horse.
He gets the lay of the land easily enough, for however long he can walk, dark eyes surveying places and any people he may see along the way. He heads west on a whim, deciding to tackle that direction for a day, black kefta on his person still ragged and cut. Old habits die hard, and there's nothing wrong with wearing a bulletproof jacket, no matter how tattered it has been from claws and knives.
He stops when he reaches a large part of land that's seemingly cut out of the ground. A chasm, it seems, although the Darkling cants his head to the side, a feeling of familiarity washing over him. A Fold.
He stands there, staring at it, lost in thought: an unmoving man, imposing and elegant, gazing into the abyss with an unreadable expression, face stoic and back straight. He'll stare for a very, very long while, and if you're not the first to break the silence, he'll finally speak just as you're about to leave. ]
Who did this? [ His voice is soft and calm, his demeanour framing the question as a gentle question instead of the command it really is. ]
iii. shadows;
[ The Darkling doesn't feel ill per se, but he's acutely aware there's something wrong with him. The first day he had chalked it up to recovery and gaining his bearings, but by the second day he's well aware something is wrong. He's lived long enough to know that, he knows himself in every sense of the word. He is Grisha, he is a shadow summoner, and there is something very wrong with how is body is behaving. The Darkling decides to experiment.
He chooses a field by some trees as far away from the fog as he can muster. As much as he's aware of the benefits of putting on a show he opts for something else, choosing to avoid a crowd. It's a new place. Perhaps there are people who dislike those that can control what they do not. Perhaps fear runs in the villagers' veins. While that's never bothered him before, The Darkling also knows he has to tread lightly, given the situation.
He stands roughly in the middle of the small meadow-like field, inhaling softly as he raises a hand, staring at a fixed point--he opts for a tree a little out of line with the rest. The moment he begins to raise his hand the treeline's shadows begin to bend and stretch as if moving towards him, reacting to the power he controls as he gathers them. He exhales, feeling relief and a pleasant hum move through him, inky black wisps and tendrils of shadow sliding from his own shadow to move around him, shimmering like smoke. The Darkling feels alive.
He brings his other hand up, placing both of them in front of him, fingers moving, the shadows gathering into a thin vertical line, and there's a flicker of something across his face. He's concentrating, brow furrowed, but there's a small, small smile that almost tugs across his lips as he continues to concentrate. ]
iv. wildcard;
[ The Darkling will be spending most of these days exploring--feel free to run into him at the library, the town hall, or the clinic, mostly poking about and gathering information and trying to make sense of this place. If you have an idea and you'd like to hit me up, don't hesitate to add me at
shadows!
Collecting willow bark and spruce seedlings hardly compared to who she was before this place had dragged her in, but it was busy work for idle hands. It stopped her from passing her boredom in more reckless ways. She's already bottled fog and divined fuck-all within its mist, the chaos of her magic limited and leashed.
Her walk had almost turned from foraging to leisurely when she catches the movement, when the chaos around her feels sharper and she is drawn forward to the small clearing.
She's never seen this man before and given the small populace, one was bound to trip over another sooner or later. Which meant he was new.
His magic - she doesn't recognize, and finds herself a bit annoyed at that fact. Shadow manipulation seems like it would be a delicate art. Not much chaos to pull from a passive shadow all on your own. It's what pulls her closer, like a slowly rolling storm, towards the figure carved black amidst the coming greenery.
She watches, having come up to his left. Watches the motion, his reaction as she leans against a tree, then scoffs. Loud enough to intrude.
"A word of caution - they've fucked with our magic." He's no sorcerer as she'd know it, but his clothing is far more familiar than the awkwardness of the ones she's found here. "Not enough to pacify," she adds, helpfully. "But enough to be a noteworthy pain in the ass."
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arrival
oh no he's adorable ;o;
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elena gilbert | the vampire diaries
[ ALL DAYS. ]
2. DRINKING.
[ ALL DAYS. ]
3. FOG.
[ DAYS 60-61. ]
WILDCARD.
the fog! they gotta stop meeting like this
she'd followed her own curiosity, as she always does, to the path towards the lighthouse - only to find it barred by damned mist.
then there was the flourish of sound, of footsteps and panting and yennefer snaps towards it with feet planted firm, magic-woven impulse. ]
Elena - ! [ she eyes the path behind the girl, all the while stepping towards her, reaching out a hand. ] - What the hell happened?
i see your request and i happily decline it
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Malcolm Bright | Prodigal Son
Day 59
After that, he'll realize the fog has rolled back in other places and will start looking around. Find him walking around or at 1306.
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Day 60. OTA
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Ellie | The Last Of Us 2
day 59 - for Doc
It can't last at all, as it turns out.
It doesn't take Ellie long to see the body at the bottom of the chasm. She knows as soon as she sees, though it's so far down, a miniature figure. But those blonde curls paired with that leather jacket can't belong to anyone else. She feels her chest tighten, suffocating. It's the same panic she felt when she had to leave the Gull party, choking the air of out of her. It could be anybody, but it isn't anybody. It's Claire. The angle, all of it, it's unnatural. She could call out to make sure but she's so used to death. No one who looks like that is alive. Besides, she can't manage to form words around her panic, not yet.
She knows Claire has died before, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if she comes bouncing back to life in five minutes or tomorrow morning or whatever. None of that matters. Ellie just feels like she has to get Claire's body out of there.
It's readily apparent that she can't just climb down the rock. She's good enough at climbing, but there aren't really handholds. And one slip would mean she'd just be dead there beside her friend, her...whatever they were, and that's not exactly the best way to do it either. The cowboys wouldn't forgive her for doing some stupid shit, just like she wouldn't forgive them. That...doesn't matter too much, since she's a teenager and all. But either way, she can't do it on her own.
She should maybe find Five, get him to teleport them down there, but she's not sure how to trust power like that. She has no idea who else has magic that could do it, just him and Yen. There could be others she hasn't met. But she doesn't immediately consider otherworldly means, being more or less used to regular ones.
So she runs home, feeling like she can't breathe the whole time, feeling hurried for no reason. It's not like Claire's going anywhere. Isn't that the point?
She doesn't quite make it all the way home. Doc is there, outside 1306. There's probably no way he wouldn't notice Ellie's panicked state anyway, but...she just makes a split decision to ask him for help. He won't like it but whatever. She isn't really considering anyone else's feelings at the moment.
"Henry," she says, somehow. "I need your help."
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day 61 - ota
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Jeff Calhoun | Original
DAY 59 (Closed: Raylan)
What if a hooligan sneaks up from behind him and snatches the guitar off his back? If he was cradling it in his arms, that wouldn't have happened.
What if he's attacked by a bear and the only potential weapon he has is his guitar, but now it's on his back instead of in his hands, so he can't swing it in time to save himself from getting mauled by this rampaging animal?
What if the strap breaks and his guitar falls and one of the strings snap and he can't find another string and then he's lost in an empty town, possibly going crazy, and he can't even play a sick tune unless he fashions a new string out of, what, animal guts? Like they did in the old days? He doesn't have what it takes to kill an animal, let alone gut it and dig around for the best intestine, and even if he did, how could he get it to the right thickness without a ton of trial and error? Only a thousandth of an inch makes the difference between a B string from a high E, and there's no way he'd get that on his first try, so there'd be so much blood on his hands by the time--
Okay. He's spiraling again. Stop. Focus on the basics, the here and now of the situation. Right now he's: 1) lost in a strange, seemingly empty town, like everyone just up and left in the middle of a perfectly ordinary day, but 2) he's not alone, since there was another man in the Gull, so it stands to reason there could be others, and 3) he has no shoes and his clothes are wet, so he really needs to correct that before he can even think to explore the town and the surrounding area. The last thing he needs is to step on a nail and get tetanus, or, like, catch a small cold and then develop pneumonia from wandering around all wet.
Fuck, no, don't think about that! Jeff clutches his guitar even tighter, totally-not-hugging his totally-not-a-safety-blanket as he follows the road towards the Town Square. He looks wide eyed and a little dazed as he takes in his seemingly ordinary surroundings, his expression caught somewhere between confused tourist and terrified prey animal.
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DAY 60 (OTA)
๐ช chez 1306
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Day 60 - Beauty Supply
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Poe's Clothes
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DAY 61 (OTA)
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Caitlin Snow | DCTV
DAY 59 โ ARRIVAL (one thread open to 1-2 people)
this morning is none of those things.
this morning, she wakes up with a gasp and too-wide open eyes, a confluence of strange stimuli immediately threatening to overwhelm her. thereโs the sharp sting of salt in the air, the roll of waves nearby. thereโs wet sand under her, molding to her body where she lay, sticking to her as she moves. and sheโs cold. that alone would be alarming enough to shake away whatever desire for more sleep that may have lingering.
sheโs cold. she isnโt supposed to be cold. and yet, she is, enough so that her body trembles with shivering and her teeth feel like theyโre about to chatter together. getting out of the wet sand should help, yeah? the thought gives her incentive to get to her feet, like itโll be the remedy to all of her problems. instead, a stiff breeze from the water kicks up, emphasizing that sheโs not only cold but that sheโs wet too. soaked to the bone in the pajamas she fell asleep in, her hair a tangled mess.
thereโs not another soul around, but her eyes do spot a building nearby. the grey gull the sign reads, and she doesnโt hesitate in moving to it. inside would be good. if she can get inside. it seems like morning; would there be anyone there yet? the door swings open as she pulls, and she slips inside, pulling it back closed behind her. all the better to keep any wind out. her feet leave wet and sandy prints behind her as she cautiously steps forward.
no one there. no one visible, anyhow. but the fireplace is burning. ] Hello?
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Raylan Givens | Justified
Day 59 - OTA
The morning had been a busy one. Raylan was almost grateful for it - the bustle of running into people he didn't know in the Gull, the stupid and equally hilarious 'mugging' that happened on his lawn. Somehow the spell of the past week or so had been broken and made the air better for it. But he wasn't keen on hanging around Phillips Drive until he was ready to go to bed - there was still half a day and his legs were restless to the point of frustration. Cabin Fever, he assumed.
Small bottle of something clear in his hand that was tucked away into the thigh-length duster after each pull, Raylan kept his hat brim down, glancing out from under it only as much as he needed to to see where he was going. Alright, the sky wasn't falling down. Yet. But that didn't mean things hadn't changed.
Stopping briefly at the ruined ashes of the Musuem, Raylan looked over the ruins and wondered why that building was the one that kept its scars while everything else rebuilt. Would it be safe to go inside? Thoughts for later. Maybe after running them past Henry.
No, his real goal was the Chasm. The fog line had pulled back from it, teasing him, he was sure, and the lanky Marshal found himself standing at it's edge once again. It only took a few minutes for him to spot the sprawl of blonde hair at the bottom, as dirt spread as it was. There were only a few blondes here that looked like that and Raylan felt his heart sank.
"Claire.." Well shit. He was going to have to see if they could find a way to get her up and out for another proper burial. How many more of these people was he going to be forced to bury? How many more would be forced to be murdered in such an ugly way?
Late Night / Early morning
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Morning, Pre-Jeff
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incredibly late /hides
/SHINES LIGHTS - YOU CANT RUN FROM THE MARHSALS (no, its totally cool I'm happy to have ya)
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Day 60 Early bit is OTA
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Day 61
At the Gull
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graveyarrrrd
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John Carter | ER
Day 59 - ota
[Once he figures out that calling his pager actually works, Carter immediately drops by the town hall, making some bad coffee in one of the offices and grabbing a piece of paper.
Under his old information he scribbles a new note with his pager number. He's not sure if he's relieved the thing is working - or if it's honestly freaking him out more. Especially after the eerie call with their own voices they've received recently...
Oh well. Might still come in handy if people can get a hold of him.]
b. - Generic Clinic Times
[It feels like tempting fate. Like he's just asking the town for another earthquake so he can go ahead and clean the place again. But taking stock and sorting the shelves gives him something to do, plus Benton would never accept a messy work environment. There are enough shadowy creatures staring at him in his nightmares. He really doesn't have to add the ghostly disapproving glare of his mentor whenever the clinic is in disarray.
Man.
Carter jots down a small list while taking stock, pinning it to the side of one of the crates. If nothing gets in the way, like, say, deadly creatures tearing you apart or days repeating themselves or other minor traumatic events, hey, maybe he'll even manage to swing by the real clinic later and try to gather some supplies.
After the last weeks, he has an inkling they can never have enough of that stuff.]
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Day 61 - ota, all over town
let me know if this doesn't work.
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alec hardison | leverage
Like, for more reasons than just the fact that he finally woke up the day after redoing work on projects and that work actually stuck again.
But mostly for that reason. Hardison was getting real fed up with that.
Long story short is, Hardison's getting back onto his grind. The being out and about and talking to people and rooting around in stores and whatnot grind. Apart from general wandering around, stocking up on basic supplies, saying hi to folks, etc., two areas and activities of particular note include:
- The boarding house, still, on and off. He spends some time briefly dipping in to move the little collection of stuff he's managed to gather. Part and parcel with the process of going from his boarding house room to a place on Stoker Park (with Eliot and Parker), but he also still just. Shows up to hang around in general. Look, he got familiar with the whole vibe and with the people frequently passing through, even if there's plenty of them he hasn't actually introduced himself to yet.
Look, he still thinks it's a good and cool idea to occasionally have a main living space movie showing or to play a dumb board game to keep people's minds off of how much it sucks being here. It's a gift really if you think about it.
(The people he does know more than in passing, he'll be making sure to give a heads up about the fact that he's technically moving. And there's a ton of movies at the new place, so he'll also probably have invites to Stoker Park movie nights? IDK, it's Hardison, he's easy.)
- and Matheson Antiques, despite his personal distaste for the claustrophobic vibe and clown paintings and overall lack of consideration for tall gangly dudes like himself.
Tall gangly dudes who are still very handsome, which he would personally put on the record.
He's less looking around for projects or walkie-talkie building supplies, seeing as those prototypes are about done. He's more looking for things that are especially shiny or valuable-seeming or just weird and interesting enough to merit putting in his pocket to give to Parker later.
Or, perhaps more realistically, and he loves her for it, putting in his pocket for Parker to take out of his pocket before he gets around to giving them to her.
That's thief life, baby. It's their natural proclivity to build a stash. ]
((willing to match format on brackets or prose! also very willing to hash out a closed starter or interaction, and feel free to hit up
( boarding house )
I don't think we've met officially.
( he steps closer and offers a hand. )
Elijah Mikaelson. I've seen you around.
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Doc Holliday | Wynonna Earp
Day 61 - OTA
Of course, he visited Wynonna's new place as well, but he doesn't seem to have made plans to move in with her. And even if she was asking him to commit to something with her - which he knows she would never do, since they're not that kind of people - he isn't keen on doing so. Not when he still has commitments to 1306. Not when he's still trying to figure shit out.
Today, then, is spent around town. After collecting a couple more non-perishables for his stockpile, he notices the ruins where the history museum once stood. Taking a detour to drop things off into the garage, he brings some salvaged blue tarp sheets back with him. The afternoon is spent stitching the tarp sheets together and securing it down, either weighing the edges down with rocks taken from the beach or trying to drive tent nails through the corners to keep the tarp down over one side of the ruins where the museum once stood. The side of the museum that he's pretty sure he saw that thing in.
It probably wouldn't do anything, now that the place has burned down and hopefully whatever was in it along with, but. Still feels better than leaving it there, should anyone decide to go poking around or end up falling through something.
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lmk if ok!!
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MUSEUM.... after he's got the tarp secure
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Parker | Leverage
When she wakes up in her bed rather than on the beach, she thinks she's dreaming at first. It takes a lot of wandering around the house, and maybe one or two instances of pinching Hardison and/or Eliot to see if they feel it, to reassure herself that she's actually awake, that this is real, that it's not yesterday again.
Once Eliot gets tired of being pinched and chases her off, she decides to explore the town. See what's changed, what hasn't, if any buildings have been destroyed for good now that consequences are back (oops). She can be found just about anywhere that's relatively safe, plus a few places that definitely aren't, and has a soft spot for high and/or precarious locations. Depending on your personal risk tolerance and/or morality alignment, you might want to talk her down - or maybe join her in poking around those creepy, run-down buildings or dark tunnels.
Does she "accidentally" brush against you when walking past? You might want to check your pockets to see what's missing.
Anyone who claims to know Hardison or Eliot will get extra attention. Whether that attention leads to Parker interrogating you while dangling you off a roof or deciding, not necessarily with your buy-in, that you're now Best Friends depends on the vibe. ]
Want to discuss things or request something more specific? Hit me up at
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I'd like my wallet back, please. It might not be worth much here, but it's sentimental.
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NEAL CAFFREY || WHITE COLLAR
Morning of 59 - Closed to 1306
Still, he forces himself out of bed, walking into the house. He doesn't know what time it is--the sun is up, which means Malcolm has long since completed his own morning routines. Neal smiles a little when he finds coffee made and ready in the kitchen.
Back. He's back in 1306, and whatever that time loop was... it's over. He can breathe. He can think. At least a little. At least for now.
He pours himself a cup of coffee, fixes it with cream and sugar, and just stands in the kitchen a moment, elbows balanced on the island, cup held close to his lips. He stares into space for several seconds, not thinking about anything in particular, before he catches himself and straightens up.
"Home sweet home," he murmurs, and takes a sip of coffee.
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